“For one thing, try to square myself with that horse-dealer. And I’m nearly busted as it is.”
“Too bad! What else, Cranny?”
“I’ll tell you later on, Tom. Honest, I’m not going to say another word about it—but—oh, hang it all, how I’d like to go along with you!”
“Just do it!” pleaded Tom.
For a moment the Tacoma lad’s resolution seemed to waver, then, with a shrug of his shoulders, he laughed, exclaiming:
“No, Tom. Nothing doing!”
“Cranny’s right on the job,” chuckled Dick. “The final g’s are in their place—bravo, old chap!”
“If he won’t let the bunch help him out, I’ll be downright mad,” murmured Tom.
This time Jimmy Raymond clambered up behind Bob Somers.
“Remember, boys!” he exclaimed jocularly. “No more racing to-day!”